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Meanwhile, let us have a sip of tea. the afternoon glow is brightening in the
bamboos, the fountains are bubbling with delight, the soughing of pines is
heard in our kettle. let us dream of evanescence, and linger in the beautiful
foolishness of things. - The Book of Tea

Sunday, September 24, 2006

Another day goes without any change
The feeling we live with still remains
We're stuck in a hole and we're searching for anything to hold on to
There has to be somewhere that we can be safe from the lives we live each day
There has to be somewhere that we can be far away...

We have to escape and I will go anywhere if you just lead the way
Escape to a place where we'll be together, together everyday
We have to escape....

We could be living how we wanted to
Instead of doing things we're forced to do
With no one to tell us that we should be going through, what they went through
There has to be some place that nobody knows, somewhere we can only go
There has to be some place that we can be all alone....

We have to escape...

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